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Passion Beach Poems | Beach Poems About Passion

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Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | ABC |

Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!


Details | Verse |

Steadfast Grit

Some tomorrow soon, I shall walk again,
though not as I walked in days past.
To reach that doorway - my foremost campaign
and thus I'll keep walking my last.
Therapy is pain; it's a stormy fight
taking great effort in this cast.
The doctor reports my future looks bright,
I'll walk again, my grit steadfast. 

The memory of the accident still clear.
Walking alone I had just passed
the corner turn that leads back from the pier.
dune buggies race the storm too fast
in sand too deep, too wet for certainty
lightning and collision contrast
In time, I'll grasp life as an amputee.
I'll walk alone, my grit steadfast.

New normal I tackle with amnesty,
I cannot cast blame nor lambast.
For such is pathetic activity
generating storms far more vast
than one which caused my disability.
My good broken leg is the mast
where my banner flies with tenacity.
I'll walk at peace, my grit steadfast.



Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Ballade |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


Details | Couplet |

Malvan Beach imagery deciphered

3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets

Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.

Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.

Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock  to nest me in my denim blues shorts.

A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.

Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.

A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.

The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.

Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
 Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting   for dusk to embark.

Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.

A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.

Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless

As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.




 




Details | Free verse |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Rhyme |

Passionate hours at Palolem Sands GOA

I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high, Sweaty brows drip, a dry. surf boarders and dipper are so many, dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny. red vested lifeguards always on their toes, A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows. ripples, sounds a melody repeat, artisan, tests his percussion cask to a beat. A robe draped lass, captures her lover, sun, its rays darkens the picture ,above it hover. Reshoots she, from another angle, smiling lover’s flushed face she manages to wrangle. hi-tide shack perched a high, view is great and the breeze zips by. distant travelers they bathe in the sun, Some on the sand , others swelter drip their as they run. Balding head darts, reflects its gleam, the scorching sun and the skin cream. The peddling tribal woman with an orange drape, family cuddling a little one, the sun to escape. young woman, alone she walks, stray young man I think he stalks. tattoo on his arm seem so strong, They are lovers, I know I am wrong. The flower powered oldie, walks with his guitar strung back, A bag in his hand &stuff he puts aside on the beach rack. a hulk walks by, in nickered blacks, To the percussion maker’s shack can see his sandy tracks. bikini clad lady, dart towards a fella, blueness of her robe shades her name tattooed, Isabella. chat they seem to have and away he’s gone, kicks some sand and wades back to her beach chair all alone. Past noon and ebbing are the tides, dippers galore and can see them lying in the watery sides. eagle sweeps and glides a close, chasing birds are but a murder of black crows. tall blond man ducks in the water he ambles, With a bulging tummy ,it rumbles. thatched roof stays the sunlight on me, blue clothed ceiling textures the sky and the sea. dark Indian lass, aglow on her face, heat rays redden her skin ablaze. Hurriedly she moves to the thatched shack. Her lover here rubs lotion on to her back. Cattle herds , see them stroll the sandy water, An English couple walks away from the boat with their daughter. Beneath the beach umbrella a man cleans his shades, The strong breeze its trapped around him under the glades. An hour has gone by and my throat is all dry, Sparkling water I gulp down the bottle with the blink of an eye. Content is my heart for this passionate poem I create, Good or bad , you can choose to debate.


Details | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Imagism |

FALL IN LOVE WITH THE PHILIPPINES

Fall in love with the Philippines...
Pearl of the orient seas..
Known with its lustrous green forests..
Famous of it's soft to white beaches..

Fall in love with the Philippines..
Hospitable and respectable persons..
Lots olf activities to choose from..
Mountain climbing, camping, diving, surfing..
Choose, try and actively explore...

Fall in love with the Philippines..
Seemingly poor yet so rich in history..
All around you will see white to bronze colored Pinoys..
Nurtured by values and of traditions...

Fall in love with the Philippines..


11/3/2013
9:05pm


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